RUNAWAY

A young girl runs away from an abusive orphanage and
sneaks into the rural isolated farmhouse of a man she
falls in love with. (Mg, extreme-ped, exh, voy, mast,
oral, inc, rom)

***

Joe Christopher didn't know, while he was out working on
his 1952 Ford, Mary, a girl who had run away from an
orphanage in Illinois, had made her way to his house of
all places out in the middle of rural, Bryan, Ohio, and
snuck into his house through the kitchen.

She'd walked through the cornfield of the adjacent
property, a sprawling farm, and while Joe wasn't himself
a farmer, his home was surrounded by farmland, and his
was just the house she'd happened upon out in the middle
of nowhere.

Mary quietly slipped in, held onto the weathered wood
screened-door frame until it shut. She listened for any
sound that someone else might be in the house.

She didn't mean any harm. She was hungry and thirsty and
tired, and went inside just to find some food. She had
every intention of moving on, even if she had no idea
where exactly to go.

She was a tough little thing for her age. She'd cut her
hair short like a boy's, and petite and lanky thin,
wearing baggy boys-clothes she'd pulled from a
clothesline somewhere in Illinois, she'd successfully
hidden her feminine curves. She'd made it this far,
however improbable, hiding in barns along the way,
staying off roads, sticking to the woods and fields.

She was almost sure no one would come looking for her,
or if they'd even report her gone to try to get her
back. She didn't think they would, and they didn't.

Looking in the pantry she found a small burlap sack with
a bright red potato farming logo on it, and began
filling it with whatever food she could find, careful to
not take anything that would be noticed right away. She
immediately ate several pieces of the sliced beef, and
some bread from a covered plate, and like a starving
little kitten she drank down half a quart of milk from a
blue glass jar.

She heard men's voices and half panicked as she glimpsed
another man through the windows go around back,
effectively cutting off her escape. Harried she screwed
the lid back on the jar of milk, and dropped it in the
potato sack. With nowhere to go, feeling trapped, she
panicked, and quickly made her way up the stairs to the
second floor, glanced at the two available doors, and
darted into the bedroom just as Joe came in the front
door.

She heard the other man and Joe laughing and talking,
and then their voices become serious, talk of a Korean
war. She heard them solemnly saying goodbye to each
other, and heard the other man's car start and drive
away, and turn out onto the long gravel road. Her heart
stopped racing, but Joe was still in the house. He and
the other man sounded like decent people. She seemed
less afraid because of it; if he caught her he would
probably be nice to her.

She was so tired. She wasn't sure what to do. She almost
began crying, and made herself stop.

She heard Joe coming up the stairs. Without thinking she
shimmied under the big bed, the bedspread hanging low to
the floor where she wouldn't be seen.

Mary held her breath as he came into the room. She could
see a man's work boots, his footsteps, evenly paced, he
didn't know she was there. The sunlight made angular
shapes on the floor, dust particles sparkling and
dancing in the bright light as the man's movements moved
the air.

He sat down on the edge of the bed just above her, the
solid bed springs just barely squeaking, his feet just
in front of her as he unlaced and took off his leather
boots, the sounds of his movements so close. She held
her breath. One foot at a time, the bed again slightly
creaking as he pulled off his socks, and she saw his
bare feet touch the floor, first one and then the other.

She watched him walk out of the bedroom door, the backs
of his smooth bare calves, his slightly hairy thighs,
across the hall, and when he got far enough away she
could see he was naked. She felt a glimmering
voyeuristic attraction. She wondered if she'd, see him.
She heard him turn on the faucet, water running, the
globes of his bottom tightening as he leaned, the water
running into the porcelain sink (a bath sounded so good,
she pictured herself naked, the feel of hot water)
directly across from the bedroom door. She wouldn't be
able to get out without being seen.

She didn't dare lift the edge of the bedspread for fear
he'd see her. She worried he might see her in the
mirror, so, her face pressed sideways, she peered out
from the slight space between the bedspread and the
floor, seeing what she could, a naked man up to about
mid-chest, a little extra weight, probably around fifty
she guessed, broad chest and shoulders.

When he turned, Mary almost gasped. He was hard. His
cock was big. It stood out from his body, swayed with
his movements. She felt fluttery in her tummy, that warm
feeling in her belly, and stole her hand between her
legs her nipples pressed on the carpet under the bed.
Her first chance to touch herself in a week or more she
felt the hot feeling in her tummy, and the delicious
slippery wetness between her legs.

She could see the side of his face. He looked like he
hadn't shaved that day. He was, yes, he was attractive.
She closed her eyes, strumming her fingers over pussy
through the thin material of the pants she had on,
wishing she could touch herself, her bare pussy, and she
slid one hand under the waistband, her eyes glued to the
man's cock. She hoped he would touch it. She creamed on
her fingers, excited, hoping she'd get to see him, him
touch himself.

She was so horny and immediately slippery wet, she
slightly hunched her little hips up and down, trying to
not make a sound, watching him, aroused by her
voyeuristic glee, pressing between her legs, when she
almost moaned out loud picturing the man licking her,
fucking her. Nearly bursting, she made herself stop.

***

It was almost dark when Mary woke up under the bed. She
didn't know where she was at first.
She didn't hear any movement in the house.

Slipping out from under the bed, she looked out the
bedroom window. The car was gone. She sighed a breath of
relief. There were just fields, a row of windbreak trees
in the distance, swaying, the leaves shimmering on an
evening breeze.

She reached under the bed and pulled the sack out. She
drank the rest of the warm milk, and ate several of the
sweet cornbread rolls as she decided what to do. She
felt so horny. The image of the man's swollen hard cock
played through her mind. She didn't know why, what was
attracting her to him so much, but she wanted to fuck
him. She fantasized him on top of her, sliding that huge
thing inside her, telling her it was okay, she could
take him, all of him.

She didn't know how long the man would be gone, and
thinking she could slip out when she heard the car
coming back, she decided to run herself a hot bath. It
sounded so good. She knew it was risky, but couldn't
pass up the opportunity.

She rinsed and then filled the jar with water from the
sink, drank and noted the porcelain interior of the grey
metal lid as she screwed the lid back on, the sound of
it threading rough and gravelly in the silence of the
house.

There were two knobs on the tub faucet, and she was
happy to see he had a hot water heater. The one at the
orphanage only worked sometimes. She turned on the
water, and dropping her pants sat down on the toilet and
peed.

Steam was rising from the white rimmed metal tub as she
stepped daringly into the hot water, her first bath in a
week. She laid down in the water, dipped underneath to
get her hair wet. It felt so good. She washed her hair,
and then kneeling ran the bar of soap all over her until
she was lathery. She thought about the man again, seeing
him naked, his hard cock. Her nipples got hard, and she
felt flushed, that warm feeling in her belly again. Mary
ran her soapy hand down between her legs. She spread her
knees further apart, and reached behind her and soaped
her bottom, too.

Mary didn't hear the car. She heard the front door
close. She could hear the man moving around downstairs,
music playing.

Slipping out of the tub as quietly as she could, she was
afraid to drain it for fear he might hear the running
down through the plumbing. Maybe he would think he'd
forgotten to drain it after his last bath.

She quickly wrapped the same towel he'd used around
herself, toweled herself off, noticing his smell, liking
how he smelled, and quickly pulled on her pants and
shirt, wishing she had clean clothes.

She tiptoed to the door, and then to the top of the
stairs, peaked around the corner, and ducked back just
as the man walked past the bottom of the stairs. He was
barefoot. She was lucky she heard him at all before he
saw her. She wondered if he'd even be mad if he found
her. Maybe startled at first, but not angry, a young
woman in his house, a girl who would ... Mary smiled,
and felt that feeling again, remembering about how hard
the man had been. He must be really horny, too, she
thought to herself. I can take care of that, she beamed,
her little pussy sudden't slippery wet again.

The light dimmed on the flowery old blue wallpaper in
the stairwell, and she knew he was turning out the
downstairs lights. He would be coming back upstairs. The
front door was closed. She didn't know if it was locked.
She couldn't risk running down there. Where would she go
if he came after her? There wasn't anywhere to run.
Maybe she should reveal herself. She didn't know what to
do.

She heard him coming back toward the hall, his bare feet
padding across the wooden floor, saw the last light go
out, and heard his footsteps come toward the stairs.

She darted back into the bedroom, aware of her nakedness
under her clothes, the warm night air, her nipples still
hard from thinking about the man's erection, her bare
feet almost silent masked by his footsteps and the
creaking of the stairs. She started to dive back under
the bed but instead tiptoed around to the other side,
opened the already cracked open door into the closet and
quickly covered herself behind and under all the hanging
clothes. She tried to stop breathing so hard.

She heard him go into the bathroom, and saw the light
come on. The long hanging clothes were a woman's
dresses. She had seen pictures downstairs, and hadn't
paid much attention to them. She remembered seeing a
woman, petite, dark hair, like hers; she was pretty,
Mary thought. She had a sexy smile. Like she was hungry.
Sensual. She looked so sexual thought. A black and white
photograph, the woman older than Mary, wearing dark
lipstick; she wondered, red.

She pulled a soft dress around her head to dry her short
hair, and wondered where the woman was. She rubbed her
hand over her scalp; the bristly soft hairs felt really
good, all clean and washed. There was no sign of a woman
living in the house, but the house was decorated like a
woman had lived there. The bed, was a woman's bed. The
bedspread, the wrought iron headboard feminine.

Mary slowly moved away enough clothing to be able to see
over the bed and him in the bathroom; she prayed he
didn't notice the door was more open than it had been.
Oh no, the towel! The bath water!

She could see him from the back, and from his chest up
in the mirror in front of him; he's strong, she thought,
he's even good looking, yes, he's handsome even. She
felt that warm fluttery feeling in her belly again.

He pulled his T-shirt over his head and leaned down and
rinsed his face in the basin. He turned, and paused for
a moment seeing the towel on the wooden chair, not on
the bar where Mary had taken it from. As he dried his
face, he paused and looked at the towel, and smelled it.
He looked over at the tub, and Mary thought of the way
dogs turn their heads sideways.

Mary thought she'd better hide in case he came in and
looked in the closet. She heard him come back across the
hall and into the room. He must have undressed because
she heard him pull down the blankets and then the bed
frame creak as he first sat, and then laid down. She
thought maybe she could slip out after he'd fallen
asl**p.

Mary wasn't prepared for what happened next.

She could hear him moving, and his breathing get louder.
The bed frame creaked slightly as he adjusted himself.

The sounds were rhythmic, and Mary knew the sound, he
was pulling on his cock.
Just under his breath, she heard him begin talking, his
voice husky and ragged, gentle, insistent.

Mary closed her eyes. Her nipples felt hot, her breasts
swelling. She reached up and began squeezing one, and
then the other, imagining his mouth sucking hot and wet
on her breasts, her breathing becoming shallow, slow.
The man's words were making her so hot. Hearing him say,
"good girl" made her heart beat faster. When he said
"Daddy" she practically gushed out loud.

She was seated on the floor of the closet, leaning into
several folded blankets, her head against the wall. She
scooted down a little, spread her legs, and unbuttoned
the boy pants, slipped both her hands under the
waistband.

He thought he'd smelled the fragrance of a woman on his
towel, and he thought he'd drained the tub. Ah well,
he'd use the water for laundry in the morning. He
quickly dismissed the thought, but he felt horny because
of it. He thought of his wife. He could see her in his
mind's eye, her dark silky hair, her dark brown eyes,
her smile, how he'd look at her as she slept, how
beautiful she was with her eyes closed, her long
eyelashes, her nose, her lips, how she breathed. He
missed her, so much.

Mary had one hand down inside the baggy pants, the other
rolling her nipple in her fingers, listening to Joe
jerking his cock, imagining his hand sliding up and down
his hard penis, his "cock" Mary said hotly in her mind.
"oh god, Daddy, let me pull it for you Papa. Let your
little girl jack your cock, Daddy."

The man stopped talking out loud, and Mary stopped,
listened to his deep breathing, his movements slow, the
sound of his breathing change to sl**p.

***

Nestled into the cushion of clothes Mary woke up to the
sound of one bird singing just before first light.

She drifted back to sl**p long enough to have a dream, a
sexual dream, her naked, sitting on a man's lap, him
sucking her nipples, sucking her breasts into his warm-
hot mouth, him touching her between her legs, whispering
naughty, dirty things. "Mmmm, lil baby, you like that,
don't you? Tell Daddy how much you like it." Mary was
having a wet dream.

She woke a second time, wet between her legs, thinking
she needed to get out before the man just a few feet
away on the other side of the closet door woke up. She
remembered touching herself the afternoon before, under
the bed, then in the closet last night listening to the
man jack himself. They'd both fallen asl**p.

The door was only slightly ajar. As she got up her pants
slid down a little, exposing her slender feminine bare
hips. She pulled them back up, and held them. She didn't
touch the handle for fear it would make a noise, and
ever so gently with her fingertips began the motion of
moving the door, and to her relief it opened
soundlessly.

She could hear him breathing, not loudly, but slow and
deep, sl**ping. She made that first step taking care to
set her weight on her bare foot slightly, and then more,
so she could stop if the floor creaked. She stepped
through the doorframe and turned toward the sl**ping
figure. As she did, as she looked, he rolled back onto
his back. Mary stopped. She watched him from half behind
the door. She felt herself becoming warm down there
again. What was it about this man? she thought to
herself.

His breathing again became deep and long. Mary watched
his face for any sign he was waking up. His mouth was
slightly open. He was so handsome, masculine. Something
about his shaved head, his grey whiskers. He was an
older man, but he seemed gentle, kind, and Mary liked
that.

Suddenly he made a slight sound. His arm suddenly moved,
his hand under the covers moving to his waist catching
Mary's eye. He moved again and the covers slid down
enough that she saw his cock was hard. Mary felt that
pang again. It was so hard, so long and thick, laying
upwards on his belly. He moaned, "Mmm, yes... mmm, baby,
feels so...." he drifted off, dreaming of his wife, her
long dark hair wrapped around his hand. Mary felt she
needed to do something. She didn't know why, or how she
didn't think he would freak out. It was like she was in
a dream.

She didn't know what came over her. She had the thought
again that he wouldn't be mad, finding a girl in his
house, willing to, wanting to...

Fuck, she was so horny. Her nipples were already hard
again, and at the same moment she felt that warm
feeling, and then a wash of creamy wetness between her
legs.

Mary stopped being afraid. She let go of the hem of her
pants, and so loose they simply spilled from her tender
little frame, dropped down her lovely slender legs, her
bare naked hips, her belly, her bottom.

She pulled her shirt over her head, her nipples hard in
the cool morning air, her torso sleek and curved,
fragile, her breasts little cones, her nipples swollen
and hot and hard, aching like they never had before, her
pussy pulsing, that warm buttery feeling so deep in her
belly.

Bemused, staring at Joe's erection, his hard cock, Mary
sat so softly naked on the edge of the bed it hardly
registered her weight, and leaned in toward him,
stirring him to roll toward her enough that his hugely
hard throbbing cock d****d toward her.

She leaned onto her elbow, and then laid on her side,
lifting her legs onto the bed, her fingers touching her
almost bare pubis revealing her shiny pink slit, her
fingers sliding through her slick little cunny, the
man's cock just inches from her mouth, her fingers
sliding over her clit, into her folds.

She was already so wet, so hot, so horny. Some of the
boys from the boy's school next door had taught her
about sex. At first they'd f***ed her. Threatened to
tell on her. After a while, she started to like it. More
than that, she loved it. She was their favorite, they
didn't have to ask; Mary loved holding the boys cocks,
pulling on them, making them hard. She learned to put a
boy in her mouth, and suck on him. She learned what made
them feel good, and they fingered her, too, and soon she
let her favorite older boy fuck her, and she became his.
The man's cock was much bigger. He was handsome. She was
alone in his house with him. No one could see. No one
one would know.

Joe woke dreaming his cock was being sucked. Images of
his passed spouse flashed through his mind. He hadn't
been with a woman now in five years, and his hand on the
back of a woman's head her short hair stirred him awake.
He heard a feminine voice, well, feminine sounds in the
almost dark room; Mary was moaning little soft mewling
moans of pleasure, her mouth full and sucking on Joe's
cock, her little hands busy between her legs.

At first he thought she was a boy because of her bristly
soft short hair, but quickly woke realizing she was a
girl, and that she was lovingly sucking his cock, so
expertly she took his breath away.

Joe was startled, yes, but the instantaneous pleasure,
already hot and hard from his dream, he simply succumbed
pushing his hips, his cock, into the open, hot sucking
mouth on his aching hard cock.

When Mary felt the man's fingers in her hair, holding
her to his cock, pushing deeper into her mouth, she
moaned even more, sucked him deeper and harder into her
already hot sucking mouth, her one knee high in the air,
her other leg stretched along his, rolling her little
cunny on her fingers.

Hearing the man moan out in pleasure, not startle awake,
Mary left one hand on her pussy and reached over with
the other, first wrapping around the man's upper thigh
pulling his hot bare leg tightly against her breasts,
her belly, sucking him deeper, moaning on his cock,
moving her head, pressing the flat of her tongue into
the thickness of his throbbing hard cock so soft and hot
and sexy in her mouth, moving her hand from his inner-
thigh to cup his balls.

Joe groaned into her, his hand on her upper back, her
hot skin, watched her suck him. He didn't know who she
was, where she came from. At first he thought he was
dreaming. His first few waking thoughts, how did she get
into his house, but she was sucking his cock. Half
awake, he was getting his cock sucked by a girl, a
woman, who knew what the hell she was doing. She seemed
to enjoy it immensely by the sounds she was making, by
her eagerness, by her undulating little hips, how she
rubbed her chest into his leg, her fingers inside her
wet little pussy.

It had been so long, felt so indescribably good. Even if
he could stop her, he didn't.

Normally he wouldn't in any way reason something like
this was alright; he wasn't the kind to take advantage.
He smiled though wondering who was being taken advantage
of as Mary moaned a constant stream of sweet sucking
humming noises as she sucked on him.

Regardless of whatever initial alarm he might have felt,
he trusted her for some reason, gave in to the
sensations of her hot sucking little mouth, her soft
short hair he was running his fingers through, over, her
soft feminine feline moans, the scent of her sweet
little pussy, her lovely shoulders, her skin, her
fragrance, her rocking her pussy so wet and hot against
his leg, her hand cupping his balls pulling him deeper
into her mouth, sucking him with a fervor he hadn't
experienced with anyone but his wife.

By now Joe was moving his hips, fucking Mary's mouth,
and she sucked right with him, meeting his thrusts, his
rhythm, moaning and humming her little sounds of self-
pleasure, moaning louder when he moaned, excited by his
pleasure.

Joe reached down over her slender little shoulder, his
touch firing Mary into a frenzy, taking her nipple
between his fingers.

Mary moved her hand from his balls, to grab the base of
his thick swollen shaft, his throbbing hard cock in her
little jacking fist, pulling, sucking, sucking, as she
started cumming, her fingers in her wet little slit, her
thumb rubbing her clit, Joe's big hand rubbing over her
breasts, her nipples, her head cradled into his arm.

When she heard Joe start talking to her, she went from
the verge of cumming to a full blown rocking orgasm,
never taking her mouth from his cock, sucking harder,
pulling harder, her little fist squeezing his cock,
jacking his cock.

Laying on her side, her little hand jacking him up and
down, sucking him harder and harder, her moans pushing
Joe over the edge as he exploded into Mary's mouth, as
Mary sucked and sucked, swallowing him, moaning, and
panting.

Still pulling on him, lifting her mouth from him, Joe's
head laid back, his chest rising and falling, in a
stunned kind of bewilderment, he heard Mary so softly,
her voice so feminine, so missed, almost whisper into
the barely morning-lit room.

"Mmmm, mister, you have a really nice cock. You came so
hard, mister," her head in Joe's hand, her hand wrapped
around his cock, his fingers grazing through her short
cropped hair, disbelieving of what had just happened.

Joe had hardly recovered from cumming in her mouth. He
was practically seeing stars.
"My, name is, Joe," he managed.

Mary looked up at him. His eyes were closed. He was
breathing hard, too. "I'm, I'm Mary" she said softly, a
glint of uncertainty in her voice, now afraid of what
might happen.

"Come up here, Mary," Joe said softly back, raising his
arm to invite her to lay with him.

Mary crawled up to Joe and laid in the crook of his arm,
her arm d****d over his belly. She was so tiny Joe
remembered thinking, so soft, so warm. God he'd missed a
woman this way.

Chuckling, he finished his introduction, "Quite, a
pleasure, to meet you," breathing out each word still
out of breath, uncertain what more to say. He wanted to
ask who she was, where she'd come from. How she got in,
and when. He remembered the bath water, the girlish
feminine fragrance on his towel.

Joe pulled the sheet and blanket over them both. They
laid there quietly, complete strangers. Mary's warmth, a
woman next to him after so long, her mouth on his cock
so erotic, so amazing, Joe started to get hard again.
Her dark hair, her dark brown eyes, her olive colored
skin, he felt attracted to her, thought she was quite
beautiful. A younger version of his passed wife, Emily.

Mary saw the covers move, and without hesitation reached
out and wrapped her fingers back around Joe's rapidly
hardening member. They both stared at the motions under
the blanket, her hand moving.

Mary squeezed on Joe, her eyes wide, her mouth hanging
open, her breathing more and more excited, and then
began pulling on him again, making him fully hard, her
little hand jacking his cock.

Mary looked up at Joe's face, his eyes closed, his mouth
open, and watched his expressions as she pulled on him.
She could love this man, she thought to herself. Her leg
over Joe's, she began rubbing herself on his leg when
Joe lifted her on his arm behind her, moving her up onto
his lap.

Straddling him, the length of her slender feminine frame
along his much larger body, the heat of her belly, her
chest on his, their breathing synchronized, Mary cupped
his swollen cock, guided him to her, rubbed the head of
his cock over her hot little sex, through her soft
folds, and then began sliding back and forth over his
length her head rolled back her eyes closed, her clit,
back and forth, the rib of his thick hard swollen cock
throbbing through her tingling silky wet pussy.

She reached down and raising herself, pressed his cock
to her little cunt and started Joe inside her.

She was so tight, so warm-hot, so wet, Joe's cock slid
easily into her, spreading her open, a little at a time,
deeper and deeper.

"Will you, let me, be, your little, girl," she said
almost breathlessly, so turned on, just as she sank down
all the way onto Joe's cock, steadying herself her hands
on his chest.

"I heard you, last night, Joe," she breathed out in a
soft moan, rocking her hips, "I got so wet, I had to rub
myself" his cock deep in her little belly.

Mary didn't want to leave, anymore. Something about Joe.
"I heard you, wanting, your little girl, Joe. I can be
her, for you, at night when you need me. Can I, stay
here, with you, Joe, just for, a little while?"

Mary could barely speak, Joe's cock was so big in her,
rubbed her G-spot, her swollen clit, bumping, rubbing
with each roll of her hips, "I'll, be your little girl,
Daddy. I'll, suck you so hard at night, Papa. Take care,
of your, needs," she whispered out at Joe, her eyes
closed.

Joe pulled Mary to him, wrapping his arm firmly around
her waist as he fucked his cock deep inside her. He was
on fire. He whispered, growled, her panting right next
to his ear, her little hips rocking back and forth on
his lap.

"Does Daddy's cock feel good little baby?" he answered
so excited, so thrilled, growling his pleasure.

Joe whispered hotly into Mary's ear, "Yes, lil baby, my
good girl, my good little girl. Daddy's so glad you came
home lil baby, so glad you came into Daddy's room. Daddy
wants to lick my lil baby's hot little pussy, too. My
naughty little girl, climbing into Daddy's bed, sucking
Daddy while I was asl**p. Such a good girl."

"Mmm, ohhh, Daddy, so naughty. My hot lil pussy feels
good, doesn't it Daddy? Ohhhh, Papa, nnnn, yes, fuck it
inside me, so deep, love your cock in me, Papa, my Daddy
fucking my little pussy. Can you feel me squeezing you,
Daddy, my little pussy sucking you like I did with my
mouth. Nnn, Daddy, I want you lick my little pussy, too,
Papa." Mary loved being fucked by an older man. It
turned her on more than she ever would have thought. She
squeezed Joe's cock inside her. Looked deeply into his
eyes, began squirming, rotating her hips, squeezing his
cock inside her as she rose up on it.

Joe wrapped his arm around Mary's waist, pulling her
tightly to him, letting her fuck herself with his cock,
grinding her on his cock, breathing hard into each
other, beaming into each other eyes, a glow around them,
smiling, laughing, moaning.

"I want to cum on your cock, Daddy. Want to make myself
cum on your cock. Nnn, Daddy, ohhh, Papa, you're, so
hard, so big, make me cum, Papa, cumming, on your,
cock..." astonished, relieved, happy, glad this was the
house she chose as Joe's cock swelled inside her, as she
felt him throb inside her, grip her to him, as she felt
the hot blast of his cum, his roaring groan tearing the
morning open as she rocked her hips frantically milking
her new Daddy's cock with her hot little pussy.

"Nnn, Papa, yessss," Mary whispered, collapsed on Joe's
chest, still milking his cock with her swollen pink sex,
his cock still hard and deep inside her, rubbing her
still swollen nipples against his, both feeling they may
have just found home.

Burdett sighed. Casually, he walked to a bush and cut a withe. Corey watched, shivering, while he trimmed it down to an instrument of punishment. "I´m sorry." She said nervously. "I´ll shut up and keep quiet."
He did not answer. When the supple wand was to his liking, he said pleasantly: "Hold your hand out, Miss Corey Gibson."
She put both hands behind her back in shocked mortification. "You can´t!" She exclaimed incredulously. "You wouldn´t...?"
"Why?" There was a wealth of caustic in the one ... Continue»

My heels clattered against the floor as I made a run for it. I couldn't afford to be late. I was on my way to a business dinner with my boss and a prospective client for the architectural firm where I was employed. It was an important client, and we really needed the contract. I hadn't met Mr. Grant face to face yet, and I wanted to make a good impression so I took a little extra time with my appearance, hence the rush.

I was in a little black number that hugged every curve, with strappy black sandals adorning my feet. I had left my glossy brown hair down aro... Continue»

im Bradford was furious as he drove to his daughter's school. He had gotten a call from Rebecca's principal who had called him at work to inform him his daughter had been suspended for two weeks, and that she was to be picked up from school as soon as possible. When he asked why Rebecca had been suspended, all her principal would say was that he thought it would be better if they talked about it in person. Jim had all kinds of things running through his head, as he parked his car in the high school parking lot. Rebecca had never been in trouble at school before in her life, and now that she wa... Continue»

Brad was sitting at his desk when he heard his daughter come in the front door. He turned away from his computer to face the door, leaning back in his chair angrily. “Nina!” he called out. He heard her footsteps hesitate in the hallway. “Come here. I need to speak with you.”

She appeared in the doorway. For a moment, he forgot to be angry. It was always like this with her, had been this way since he could remember. She was spoiled, and it was his fault, because he couldn’t stay angry with her. Because he felt such... Continue»